Corona Devo 3142
I am not too proud to admit it...the cold broke me the other morning. I had weathered the past six to seven months of Ohio-cold fairly decently. I don't enjoy the freezing temperatures and scraping ice off of cars in the morning (every morning), but that is Ohio in the Winter, and (for the most part), I accept that. Like it, or leave it...(and many do), but I am (usually) okay with living where I do. It might have been the reality of sub-freezing temperatures in late April. It might have been losing feeling and circulation in my fingers (again) as I scraped windshields before we all set out for the day. It might have been a million other things that were out of my control that morning, but it became too much. I began to cry angry tears (directed at no one in particular) and I went inside. I ran warm water over my fingers until I could feel them again, and then I sat down and prayed , albeit angrily. Slowly, slowly, like circulation returning to frozen fingers...I felt it...